Regarding yesterday's posting,
"The Parable of The Windows", a Facebook friend aptly commented:
The postmodern human does not know the difference between a mountain and a molehill.
I replied:
Totally true, but I'd frame it differently.
We are wildly blessed aristocrats living in Utopia, which has turned us into deranged princesses constantly scanning for smaller and smaller mattress peas.
Aristocrats have, for time immemorial, aggressively thirsted for stress and victimhood. And now that we're all aristocrats, it’s become so buttery and unchallenging that we find atrocities in missing window trim.
Our ancestors had no idea (though yogis kept insisting) that stress, suffering, unease and aggrievement were, all along, internally generated. They assumed it was compelled by worldly deprivation. It took the near cessation of worldly deprivation to disprove this, though hardly anyone noticed. How could we, when the world HAS TURNED TO ABSOLUTE SHIT AND OUR LIVES ARE NIGHTMARES?
The imaginary consensus dystopia we've contrived amid this 21st century utopia constitutes the yogis' ultimate proof.
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